Jacky's Girl

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"So, like this?" I asked, turning so Jacky could see my fingers on the fret board.

"No, Tori," He chuckled, leaning over. He moved my fingers around. "You need your pinkie right here. Then just strum." He instructed, leaning back. I listened to him, delicately taking the pick from his hand. I strummed cautiously. Jacky gave me a weird look, a smile on his face.

"Almost." He stated, standing up and walking behind me. His arms wrapped around my own, his left hand holding mine down on the strings, his right cupped around my right. He pushed his index and thumb finger on top of mine, strumming the guitar. A melodic "G" rang out around us. I smiled widely, looking to the British boy. He wore a matching grin. I took in how he looked: His hair was messy, no bandanna holding it in place. His eyeliner was a bit smudged. He looked so cute, though.

"Um," He tried playing off, blushing a little.

"Uhh, what now?" I asked, watching him walk back to his seat. He didn't answer.

"You know, you have really pretty eyes. Extremely gorgeous." He gushed, blushing harder.

What?

"Thanks." I felt my cheeks heat, immediately looking down to the lime green guitar in my hands. I looked at the sheet music sprawled out on the table.

"What's a 'C'"? I questioned.

"A note." He chirped, accent sneaking in.

"Smart arse." I giggled

"You know you love me." He laughed. I laughed awkwardly along, nervous he could hear something in the laugh.

"Well, I know I love you." He blushed, smiling to himself.

"I love you too." I replied before I could think of something to say. I clamped my hand over my mouth. He stared at me, mouth in an "o" shape. I was going to die. I'm done!

     Jacky got up and took the guitar from me. I looked up at him. He cupped my face in his guitar-playing hands. Jacky stared into my eyes for a few minutes before connecting our lips. My heart sped, and I could feel his catching up to mine. I stood up so he wouldn't have to crouch, his hair twirling in my fingers. His hands moved to the small of my back. When we broke the kiss, I had to catch my breath. He smiled widely at me, making me blush and smile up at him. He was only a few inches taller than me.

"You're cute." He spoke, kissing me again and again.

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